Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
AZ,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.